Fallen words 2p!FrancexSisterReader

Fallen memories

You've awoken to the sound of people yelling.

You recognized the voices as your parents

The sound of falling glass hitting the floor abruptly silences the yelling.

The yelling goes on again but this time the voice alternate less. You could hear your mothers yelling turning into pleads Just after that rounds of fire were heard.This wasn't a first time this would happen actually it would be quite frequently father had this type of outburst shooting aimlessly as-while your mother tried to stop him. It was always a pitiful scene to watch so you didn't think much of it.

You would had still been asleep but instead end up hearing all the commotion

Several minutes later

When you hear your door open, you take a quick glance look at the person who opened it. Your heart skipped a beat, thinking it was one of your father men, as it had been the previous time. Let's just say they weren't very gentle people.

But Instead, it was your older brother Francois

My brother was a man of few words and quite dry of emotions. But this time he looked frightened. He explains that are father had called for them. You didn't hesitate to go to your brother. But you couldn't help but feel uneasy of his expression, youve push the though aside and walked beside him through the different rooms of your giant house. Everywhere you turned,

As you walk with Francois hand and hand. Youve both reach your father office. Which two big man stood there. After they saw us, they knocked on the door for us. They looked back at us as we Al waited for the door to open. They tried to avoid eye contact with both of us. They looked frightened. Something must had happened? Did we do something wrong? We're we about to get punished for past mistakes? Many questions filled your head while you stood there waiting in silence. Your stomach feeling as it was flipped upside down on whether you would encounter when those doors opened.

Francois seems to notice my nervousness and pushes me back close to him still holding my hand tighter.

The door squeak echoed through the hallway.

You'd arrived at your parents room....

Your mother's dead body was lying there in blood, glass fragments around her head covered in a mixture of wine and her own blood, which was blending together, while your father faced the window, uttering a small conversation with his man.

consuming a glass of wine with his blood-splattered hand

He only turned to poured more wine into his drink while tracing the edge of the glass as if he was in deep trace

"Remove this whore from my presence".

sternly says my father not even lifting his eyes to the dead body of his former wife but instead to his children

Francois shifting me behind him to hide me from the man who was are father

but I couldn't help but stare at her lifeless body

My father voice bringing me back to reality

You'd two—if you don't want to end up like your outrageous mother—don't disappoint me" he turns his body once again to the window, from the reflection you could see his emotionless face

Father man enters once more ,tarp and mop at hand

He than proceeds to place them in front of us,

father responded connecting eyes with us through the reflection of window

"You better get working"

He makes his move and leaves the room with his wine glass at hand,not even looking back once